The show must go on!

The Great Director blackens his tragedies for long moments, on the screen of the existence, and when all try to get up from the uncomfortable chairs that have caught ourselves pretending to gift us the ticket of our life... here is that instead of the credits of the film flowing more blood on the screen . "The show must go on!" screams the dark angel who sells rancid chips and popcorn flaccid, trying to give us vinegar to drink instead of water.